teach me to wiggle my ears like that, show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike. ask me the questions you never want answers to, we can re-write them however we like. maybe someday, the lies we've led around will crawl under our beds, and sleep off the years.
today is one of those days where the snow and loneliness combine too harshly, forming a day that blends the sadness of a sunday with the tiredness of a monday
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